A photographic ode to the Seattle barista.

All the baristas I’ve loved (i.e., a portrait of each barista who pulled shots for me during my last trip to Seattle, minus a couple – when watching the slideshow, make sure to click on “Show Info” to view the captions). In case you don’t know, I’m obsessed with good espresso. Living in Seattle for 10 years spoiled me like that. So, I wanted to pay a little tribute by photographing my baristas.

I always asked before taking their photos, and all of them were willing to pose for me. With the exception of the pretty blonde barista with the inverted bob who told me she was camera shy. I stopped again at Stumptown for my last shots before heading to the airport and was really bummed when she said no, being she was my last Seattle barista for a while.

The other two barista shots I have were taken with my iPhone on my first two days there, before I decided to do a bonafide series with my nice camera and lens. One was at Ladro on lower Queen Anne. The other at Vivace’s Capitol Hill location.

Anyway, Seattle baristas, I love you! Now that I don’t have several of you on every corner to pull delicious shots for me, your knowledge, skills, tattoos, hotness – I mean seriously. Look at you. You’re all fucking hot. – and expensive machines are sorely missed.